Now I hear his tears whispering my name
Echoes from the past as he bare his fears
Very loud and clear is the cry of one so dear
Ear-throbbing wail of a broken heart
Roaring like a wounded bear seeking revenge
Love is not his cup of tea, although I feel he cares
Am I not a victim too of love gone wrong?
No one can set me free from this deafening cry
Down. Deep down I head hoping not to return
Just when I thought to give up
An angelic voice I hear
You can not imagine how my fear it cleared.
*This is written for Jay who stayed no matter how he felt
He played.making ‘Neverland’ a beautiful place.
Constantly musing her without knowing it.
Jay, you are the best.*